Intro G5 C5 G5 C5 A5 G5 C5 E5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 A5 Straight out of Nashville, heres your next big star G5 C5 E5 C5 He dont write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart. G5 C5 G5 C5 A5 Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans, G5 C5 E5 C5 And he struts around the stage like hes the coolest thing youve ever seen. G5 C5 E5 C5 Oh you gotta love him! G5 C5 G5 C5 A5 He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose G5 C5 E5 C5 And he dont mind the makeup, as long as no one knows. G5 C5 G5 C5 A5 And hes got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl, G5 C5 E5 C5 Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw D5 C5 G5 But if hes country Ill kiss your ass, D5 C5 G5 And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash. D5 C5 G5 D5 E5 Hes the same old shit in a slightly different bag, D5 C5 G5 C5 E5 C5 But if hes country, well then countrys pretty bad. G5 C5 I dont watch CMT G5 C5 A5 Naw that shit makes me sick. G5 C5 And that ole Kenny Chesney, E5 C5 What a hypocrite. G5 C5 Hell swear hes country, G5 C5 A5 But he lives in the Caribbean. G5 C5 Sings all about the islands now, E5 C5 What happened to the Tennessean D5 C5 G5 Aw if hes country ill kiss your ass D5 C5 G5 Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the trash D5 C5 G5 D5 E5 Hes all about image cuz image pays the bucks, D5 C5 G5 D5 E5 Aw but if hes country, well then country really sucks. D5 G5 What happened to the outlaws, C5 D5 G5 Who werent afraid to cross the line. E5 D5 G5 What happened to the workin man, C5 D5 G5 Who sang the truth about their troubled lives. C5 G5 C5 A5 G5 C5 E5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 A5 G5 C5 E5 C5 E5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 A5 I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town. G5 C5 E5 C5 And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around. G5 C5 And he taught me all the good stuff, G5 C5 A5 G5 C5 E5 C5 That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll D5 C5 G5 And if that aint country, well I dont give a damn D5 C5 G5 My daddy taught me to be own kinda man D5 C5 G5 D5 E5 He said Son you dont have to go along with the crowd aw D5 C5 G5 D5 E5 So if I aint country then Im pretty frickin proud C5 D5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 C5 G5 Oh Well I dont need their labels anyhow
